He's got some pickles in his pocket   He always wins a game of croquet   Plays pinball always lighting lock-it      Hey, kid is alright...      His olive's full of pimiento   His teeth are white from pepsodento   Makes all muchachas caliente      And in the morning, bursting out of bed   Fit like a porn-king, no butter on his bread   Push-ups and hair fan and it's off to work   Checking his sun tan, ready to go berserk   To prove he's not a jerk      He is his mother's supernova   He is his daddy's four-leaf clover   The company's jehovah      Hey, kid is alright...      Don't know 'bout rest and relaxation   Can't recognise a good vibration   He's living in a happy nation      And in the morning, bursting out of bed   Fit like a porn-king, no butter on his bread   Push-ups and hair fan and it's off to work   Checking his sun tan, ready to go berserk   To prove he's not a jerk   Hey, kid is alright...   (x2)